God's Prayer and Nightwish

Chapter 57: Supernova Explosion

"Nightwish, nightwish?" Hiji called the guy who hurried past the corner and wanted to slip away, took two quick steps and grabbed his arm: "Why are you running?"

Ye Yuan turned around, with the same expression: "Master? I didn't hear, what's the matter?"

"You..." Hiji looked down at his golden eyelashes, and changed his words: "Tomorrow at six o'clock, the monthly meeting."

"Shall I go too?" Ye Yuan's blue pupils widened slightly, looking a little dazed.

"Why, don't you want to go?" Hiroshi raised his eyebrows.

"No, it's just..." Ye Yuan averted his eyes suspiciously, biting his lower lip, "The doctor needs help."

"Oh, I need help too." Hiji said dryly, "Without coins, can't you call me now?"

"No!" Ye Yuan hurriedly raised her head, and found that the master was not angry, it might be better to say that the expression was clearly teasing him.

Hiji took out a small silver clip from his pocket, raised his hand and put it on Yeyuan's hair: "I owe you first."

Ye Yuan touched his hair, but he was embarrassed to take it off to see it face to face, so he could only nod his head. Hiji had no choice but to rub his hair again and said: "Just kidding, you will stay here with the doctor and rest in peace tomorrow, I will Go with Number Two to the New World, with von der Wien's ship."

Ye Yuan wrinkled his face: "Will it be dangerous?"

Hiji frowned: "It won't be more dangerous than last time, don't worry, everything that should be prepared this time is ready, except for Mande and Fan Xiulian, each participant was sent an encrypted material , it will be automatically unlocked the moment the monthly meeting starts...after all, it's time for a showdown."

Ye Yuan immediately shook his head when he heard the words: "I'd better go with the master."

"You can take care of the house if you are asked to do so." Hiji said, then put his arms around his head and quickly kissed his forehead, and said softly, "Don't worry."

After saying this, he ignored Ye Yuan's response, got up straight and walked away.

It wasn't just Yewish who was suddenly sucked at the same spot who stayed in place. In the courtyard downstairs, two brothers Feng Yi'an and Feng Deweien were sitting on a bench-this was Feng Yi'an's rare rest time during the process of waiting for the experimental reaction. Autumn night The sea was cool, and the lawn was condensed with dew. It was the first time since they met again that they sat down one-on-one.

"The green radishes...the green radishes are all gone." After thinking for a long time, Feng Yi'an finally found a topic, breaking the silence that was only the sound of the waves.

"Well, that thing developed so fast that it couldn't be controlled at all," Von der Wien said. "The roots couldn't help but crawl into the cracks in the wall, and almost demolished the building."

"Oh..." Feng Yi'an was speechless again.

"But..." von der Wien added, "That... is in that small yard, and the original plant is still there."

Feng Yi'an immediately realized that he was talking about the plant he planted with him when he was a child, which was just under the window sill of Feng Deweien's bedroom, and he couldn't help smiling: "Is that so?"

Von der Wien looked at his smile with complicated thoughts, and said angrily, "Don't be too happy, father hasn't planned to forgive you yet."

But the moment Feng Yi'an put away his smile, he regretted what he said.

Feng Yi'an lowered his head: "I know..." Then he raised his eyes to look at him: "What about you?"

Von der Wien replied subconsciously, "I don't know."

"Oh..." Feng Yi'an used his shoes to shake the weeds between the bricks, and said in a muffled voice, "Are you, do you blame me for not telling you about Yi's death?"

Feng Deweien thought to himself, there are many things to blame on you, and replied: "Yes."

"It's not that I don't want to say it," Feng Yi'an said vaguely, "I can't say it."

Von der Wien glanced at him: "What do you mean?"

"At that time... I really couldn't say it at the time. When it happened, no, I couldn't mention it at all during that whole year. It seemed that as soon as I said it, it became true," Feng Yi'an said somewhat It was difficult to choose the words, "Mi Ao and Yi are also very close, but we haven't seen or contacted each other for a long time after Yi passed away. Just seeing each other, the painful feeling will be superimposed."

His Adam's apple moved, and a lot of sadness poured out from his shoulders and palms, soaking into the wet soil.

"Yi's departure was completely beyond what I could bear. I couldn't handle so much pain at all. In the end, I even...even got tired of the pain itself. I was struggling to live in so much pain every day. I'm also deeply bored..."

"Okay, okay." Sensing that the topic was going to be dangerous, Von der Wien quickly pressed his hands tightly curled up on his knees, "If you don't want to say it, don't say it."

"Did you ask me before? Why don't you come home even though you're having a bad time." Feng Yi'an said.Von der Wien nodded silently.

"Because... because this is not just my life," Feng Yi'an said, "This is the future that Yi and I planned together, the promises we made, the life we ​​promised. Let's live together for his sake."

I have to be your eyes, your legs, go where you want to go, and live the life you deserve.

Von der Wien was silent for a while, but said, "No."

"That's not the case. The future he and you expect must not be where they live in what kind of life. After the story of two people becomes one person, how can the ending be the same?" Von der Wien said, "Do you think Is his dream to leave Humati with you? Or to travel the wasteland with you? From beginning to end, his dream is just 'with you'."

Feng Yi'an was speechless for a while, but Feng Deweien looked at his expression and said, "Look, you know."

"You know it all, but you still stayed in the wasteland, why?" Von der Wien exhaled, "Are you punishing yourself? You think you can't rebel, you can't be happy alone, because..."

"Because Yi died in the wasteland!" Feng Yi'an finally spoke, feeling agitated: "He is alone, buried under a thousand layers of sand, how can I leave him there?"

Feng Deweien looked at him silently for a while, as if he had expected the answer, but he didn't say anything - he knew very well in his heart that Feng Yi'an, who seemed the most gentle and kind-hearted in his family, was actually the most stubborn in his bones.This kind of stubbornness and stubbornness sometimes even chilled him.

Von der Wien stood up, patted the bottom of his trousers and said, "I'm going to sleep first, and the monthly meeting will be held tomorrow."

Feng Yi'an was left sitting alone on the deck with the lights fading out, with the starry sky and night sea behind him.

In the early morning of the next day, a group of people sailed out of the Laurel in two ways. One ship carried Feng Deweien, who attended the monthly meeting instead of Feng Lao, and the other was an unmarked accompanying ship.To their surprise, they were not stopped until they approached and arrived at the New Century, as if Anna had never notified anyone.

Von der Wien was the first to disembark as a participant, and Hiroshi looked out coldly from the cabin after the fire was turned off—a row of familiar family crests had already been placed on the tarmac, and Leonis, Mande, and Fan Xiulian were ridiculously side by side .

If you look carefully, you will find that some of the walls and floors of the apron are not uniform in color - some of the newly replaced materials are brighter in color. Hiroji knew that this was the result of their last battle here, but he didn't expect it After that happened, the address of the monthly meeting still uses this ship.

The role of tradition and rules is sometimes unexpectedly powerful, he thought, no matter how much you think you are not bound by these invisible constraints, you still habitually choose and maintain a familiar environment.

Just like my former self.

Coming back to this ship—no, it should be said that when he set foot on Humoti again, he had already clearly noticed some hidden changes.Just like these new floor tiles that were trying to fit in but obviously violated, some originally soft things in his soul seemed to have lost their shells, exposing a stronger core inside.Some fetters and chains were broken, and some lingering scruples were dissipated. Miraculously, all this happened so naturally that he even wondered why his past self was so indecisive and hesitant to move forward.

But at the same time, there seemed to be another place in his heart that became softer, and some strange emotions grew in that soft little corner, making him irritable and vulnerable.The thread of memory pulled through the rippling attic, the dirty and cold Limburg alley, the dilapidated building in the cold night, and finally stayed on the shore with the sea breeze.

That was the first time he heard him say...

The vibration of the communication terminal brought back Hiji's wandering thoughts, the news from Feng Deweien had already come in, and there was only one concise word - come.

Sisi rolled over and got off the ground, straightened his sleeves, and said to the senior mutants on board: "It's time for us to appear on stage."

The moment they got off the airship, none of the security guards around the apron reacted, and they looked at each other dully.Only a few of them probably had been on duty here before, their mouths were wide open in astonishment, and their eyes were full of panic.

However, no one had a chance to make any noise, and several high-level mutants rushed out in an instant, slashing the aorta in the back of their necks, and even kindly grabbed a handful of them before they fell to the ground.

Try to be as low-key as possible - this is of course suggested by Hiroji.

He kept going upwards without hindrance, and the layers of security with live ammunition were like dominoes, and they all collapsed under the force of blowing dust. 29 followed him and didn't even make a shot the whole time - because it wasn't necessary.

In a blink of an eye, he came to the door of the conference room. The two mutants, one on the left and one on the right, took away the guards at the door, and even helped Hiuji open the door.

Behind the double-opening doors, the sun-like light inside the ship gradually illuminated Hijiki's face, and everyone on both sides of the long conference table subconsciously looked over—Hiroji met the man who raised his eyes unpreparedly across the long table eyes, and smiled murderously.

The second he saw his face clearly, there was an uproar in the arena. After whispering, Old Mande stood up first and asked loudly: "How did you come in? What are you doing here!"

He didn't seem to notice anything, he was extremely shocked from his expression to his tone, Hijiri scratched his ear with his little finger, as if he was bored by his making such a noise.

"what happened?"

"I don't know... isn't he dead?"

"What is this for..."

Soon, Old Mande stabilized his emotions and began to proficiently accuse him of several crimes. It seems that he has practiced a lot during this period.Finally he said loudly: "You have cast yourself into a trap, but you are still wanted!"

Hiji seems to have finally decided to talk to him, he raised a hand, his thin wrist is clearly knit: "Be careful, don't be impatient, we can discuss what you said slowly, in fact, that's why I'm here today. "

He walked into the conference room with long legs, looked around all the Patriarchs present, and made moderate eye contact with each of them.Hiraji said: "I believe that everyone has received a hidden charter of the monthly meeting last night. This document..." He raised his hand and looked at his watch, waited for about three seconds, then put down his wrist and smiled, "It should be automatic by now. Declassified."

Rot stood up uncontrollably, looked around, and asked Mande with his eyes: "Have you received it?"

The answer is naturally no.

The Patriarch who was present opened the electronic note board in front of him suspiciously, glanced at ten lines, and took a breath when he saw it so quickly, and started whispering to the people next to him. Mande couldn't bear it anymore, and waved: "Come on!"

A line of armed guards hidden in every corner of the conference room stood up in response—the number indeed far exceeded the specifications of previous monthly meetings, but it was not as many as when he planned to arrest Hirosi last time.

Did Anna really not tell him?A thought came to Hiroshi's mind, but he just gave the guard with a gun who came to the nearest side a cold look, and said lightly, "If I were you, I wouldn't want to go any further."

The other party was taken aback when he heard the words, but he really stood there and didn't dare to move.

Although everyone in the room looked at him in surprise, Hiroshi still felt a gaze that couldn't be ignored. He looked up and saw Lambert Leonis sitting on the chairman's chair at the opposite corner of the long table—— His uncle——was looking at him with cloudy eyes.At first glance, the facial features and posture of the other party were indeed very similar to the character he was playing, so much so that Hiji had no doubts when he saw him for the first time a few weeks ago.

But today, when he looked at his uncle again, he found that he was not at all similar to his father—whether it was aura or attitude, Lambert exuded a narrow and mean aura.Hiji made a comment in his heart—just like old Mander, he was just another speculator with narrow vision.

The other party saw that he was staring at him calmly, and slowly stood up from his seat. Lambert knocked on the gavel exclusively used by the conference chairman, and the noisy venue fell silent in an instant.

He snapped the electronic conference board in the hand of the owner next door, dragged the document pages on it to the holographic projection of the large conference screen—it was the copy that Hiroshi had passed on to them, and then, under the eyes of everyone, he pointed his finger Loose, throw the file into the trash can.

Lambert finally spoke: "The illegitimate child and liar, you are a loser who can't afford to lose, you are not qualified to speak here, and you bring this garbage, it is not worth anyone's time."

Rot seems to have just reacted, and angrily scolded the armed guards: "What are you doing in a daze? Don't take him down yet!"

The guards woke up suddenly when they heard the words, leveled the barrel of the gun again, and pointed the muzzle of the energy gun directly at Hiroji.However, in the face of the ever-shrinking encirclement, Hiji still stood there calmly, neither trying to run away nor dodge, so calm that it made people's hearts beat.

A guard behind him had already pulled out a pair of handcuffs and a stun gun, and approached him cautiously.When the stun gun was still five centimeters away from hitting the back of the day, his forearm miraculously moved by itself, folded back, and stabbed his neck. After a violent convulsion, he couldn't even look at it. Qing who grabbed his wrist and attacked himself again.

Not only did the rest of the people fail to see the process clearly, they even had no idea how the dozens of guards with guns were disarmed and then thrown onto the wall.The gust of wind blew past their ears, and there was only a muffled sound of ping-pong accompanied by the dull cries of pain from the guards, and the weapons were scattered all over the ground in the next second.Only then did they notice that dozens of tall men wearing masks and gloves appeared in the room out of nowhere—the black masks on their faces were cold and ruthless, their movements were silent and suffocating, and the conference room was plunged into darkness in an instant. quiet.

How can it be!Old Mande's expression cracked - this is the most elite guard team on Humoti, and they are as vulnerable as mosquitoes and ants!

And Hiroshi himself stood calmly among these people who didn't know whether they were assassins or killers, and seemed to have no feelings for what happened in front of him.He glanced down, then bent down, picked up a pistol that fell by his feet with his index finger, held it in his hand, and walked forward along the long conference table.

His steps were calm and graceful, and his fingers seemed to be habitually rubbing the magazine of the pistol lightly, making a crisp "click click" sound. When the crisp sound passed behind everyone, it was like the death knell of death, so that they dare not casually Looking back, I was afraid that if I moved, I would get shot inexplicably, and I couldn't help swallowing the non-existent saliva.

Before she had the chance to get close to Rot, she had already strode away and hid by the window, staring at Hiroshi vigilantly—but Hiroji didn't even give her a look, just pretending that she didn't exist.

Finally, he walked to the end of the conference table, raised his hand, and poked the cold muzzle on Lambert's cheek, and said quietly but clearly, "Go away, you took my seat."

Lambert exhaled through his nose and raised his eyes sharply, but he couldn't turn his head because the muzzle of the gun was on it.He asked in a bad tone: "Is this how you talk to your elders?"

He used the word "elder" instead of "father", and Hijiri sneered, and pulled the safety catch with his thumb, as if he wanted to make him look good just by talking nonsense.

Lambert's back was tense, but he didn't really believe it in his heart - all these years he had been in the dark, and this nephew was in the open, and his every move was watched by him - Hisashi was a very self-restraining and rigorous person, Monotonous and boring, he didn't think the other party would give him any surprises at this time.

Lambert frowned slightly, and said in a contemptuous tone: "You bastard with a foreign surname, do you still want to shoot me?"

Unexpectedly, the next second, a gunshot rang out, and a huge blood hole suddenly appeared on the back of Lambert's hand on the table. He hugged his wrist and cried out in pain, and fell off the chair. When he was about to rush over, he was stopped by Old Mande with the same astonished expression.

There were gasps one after another, but they were all suppressed, fearing that they would draw attention to themselves, and there was only Lambert's painful roar and groan in the meeting room for a while.

Hiji tapped his shoulder lightly with his toes, meaning to tell him to roll away, then he took out a meeting napkin and put it on the blood on the table so as not to stain his cuffs, finally Shi Shiran sat down.He put the gun on the table casually, and noticed with sharp eyes that one or two of the mutants were agitated because of the smell of Lambert's blood, but they quickly regained their stability.

"Sit in my seat and dirty my things." Hisuji squinted down at Lambert, and muttered in a tone of commenting on cockroaches.

Then, he looked up and looked around, and said politely: "Please sit down, and don't let these trivial matters interrupt our meeting process."

The people present didn't even look at each other now—the door had already been blocked by 29, and they couldn't go anywhere.Everyone could only slowly sit back in their chairs in amazement, watching Hiji and waiting for him to speak.

Hisi crossed Erlang's legs, crossed his fingers on his knees, and asked, "Have you read most of the documents?"

Several people around the table nodded, and Hijiki asked again: "Is there any question?"

In fact, the information itself is only two short pages, which are all conclusive and general remarks. All the evidence is included in the appendix, which is more than sixty pages long.The first is about the comparison of various biological traces between Lambert and Shen Cang, and the proof of blood relatives between Donne and Lambert, and more about the series of commercial frauds and frauds that the old Mande and Fan Xiulian mainly focused on the lunar exploration base. The money laundering evidence, the timeline can be traced back to eight or nine years ago - no matter how large or small the amount is, there is almost no one present who is not in the scope of their trap.

After turning a few pages, Colin was the first to lose his composure, and asked, "Old Mande, in the shipwreck accident three years ago, you told me that both people and goods were lost, and everything was lost. What's going on now?" ?”

Hiji raised his eyebrows, and he knew that it was Mande who used the fund-raising cargo ship to smuggle, embezzled and distributed the spoils unevenly, and finally blew up the entire airship to destroy the evidence. There were more than forty people on board including the captain and security guards. Everyone was killed.

This matter could be suppressed at the time, but it can still be turned up now. Old Mande quickly explained a few words, but found that everyone looked at him. The company turned out to be ill-intentioned and divided the directory according to the names of all the stakeholders present here.

He could only turn around and question Sisi again: "How did you get in here? Von der Wien! Where's your father?"

Von der Wien replied: "Relax at home. My father said, don't hold on to the old man. When it's time to retire, you must be sensible."

When he said this, his eyes deliberately stayed on the faces of some older conservative patriarchs for a moment, as if he meant something, but also as if he was just looking casually.

Lambert, who had been punched in the palm of his hand, finally stood up again. He staggered a bit, but still stood firmly against the wall.Rotor subconsciously wanted to come over, but immediately a mutant moved in front of her, blocking her in a corner.

Lambert could only wrap a napkin on his bleeding hand, staring at Hiroshi with resentment.

Others were still browsing through a large number of evidence catalogs, but Gogol had already dropped the electronic version in his hand and said, "Hiji, I didn't expect to see you in a few days, and you have fallen to such a vulgar level. Some people broke into a meeting with such a high security level. Could it be that you... still want to use violence to coerce each of us to cooperate?"

Hisashi smiled at him and said, "I'm sorry, I learned a lesson in the past few days and found that violence really works."

Another elderly family head who had just been satirized by von der Wien also threw down the electronic board and said, "That's right! You have made the monthly meeting into a mess twice, and the grievances in your own family can't be resolved, and you have mixed us up." What are you doing in there?"

Hijiri didn't bother to correct him who made the mess in the last month's meeting, but instead asked him: "Saifer, I heard that your family has recently exchanged shares and sold a lot of assets to the public? Let me ask... If they Knowing that you opened an illegal arena in Limburg, and smuggled extremely dangerous mutant monsters to the feet of Humati, just to make money for you as a fighter in the arena, what do you think? Do you think your 30.00% of assets have shrunk? To what extent can you accept it?"

Sever's face turned red immediately: "What? How do you..."

Hiji raised his hand to stop him, as if to save trouble, he changed another person and continued to bombard him: "And you, Mrs. Hardy, if your husband and son know that you have cut off how many of their favorite maids are full of lies And servants, reselling them as prostitutes and reproductive resources, and making a lot of money behind their backs, what would you think?"

Before he had time to count down one, everyone was already sweating profusely——according to the level of detail of the information in their hands, they couldn't even estimate how many clues Hiji held about himself.

Except for von der Wien who was watching the play, only Gogol sneered fearlessly and asked, "You offended everyone, so is it good for you?"

Hiji snorted softly through his nose: "Offended? At the gambling table of fate, everyone brings their own money into the game. Whoever has the best poker skills will have the last laugh. Since there are no eternal friends, there is no eternity." How can you offend your enemies?"

Rott, who had been silent for a long time, interjected, "Card skills? Have you forgotten that there are cards?"

Hisuji raised the corners of his mouth with some disdain, indicating that the mutant who was blocking her could step back a little, tapped his fingers on the table lightly, and said, "The cards? Then let's talk about the cards."

"Up to this moment, Leonis' patriarch is still me, and the golden key is in my hands, plus 30.00% of the total assets." He pointed at Rot, "And you, plus your useless son, and Including this counterfeit product, it all adds up to only 20.00% five."

He looked around again as he spoke, and said casually: "Among the 30.00% in my hands, how many of your shops and farms are built on my leased ground, and how many of the lifelines of residential areas are used? My pipeline, what was the original rent before I showed mercy and gave you a discount, and how much cash flow will be consumed to restore the normal price, I believe you all know it in your heart."

"Leaving aside the counterfeit goods, my father has 30.00% nine frozen in his hand. Once it is unfrozen, it will belong to me. It has nothing to do with Dawn. You can refer to Appendix 2 for the details of the specific algorithm." Hijiru turned his head and looked Rott, "This is what you call the cards? What's more, even if I don't have anything in my hand, at the previous poker table, there were fewer times when you two joined forces to attack me? If it wasn't for me to give up How many times have you won?"

Von der Wien fanned the flames leisurely: "I haven't won anyway."

Rot has become completely angry: "Don't be too arrogant! What are you?"

"What are you?" His voice suddenly increased, his eyes were icy cold: "If there is no accident, if you walk out of this room, you will soon be wanted."

"What?" Rott was taken aback, "Why do you?"

"Murder in the first degree," Hiji spit out these few syllables: "I have the right to believe that you and Lambert Leonis killed my father and Leonis' former Patriarch Shen Cang. All relevant clues have been helped me Handed it to the judicial office, after you left home this morning, the Eclipse has been completely sealed off for evidence collection."

Von der Wien raised his finger and shook it, indicating that the "someone" who submitted the materials and contacted the judicial office was referring to him.

Rott's breathing flustered for a moment, and he subconsciously exchanged eyes with Lambert. This small gesture was magnified in front of the ten masters, which undoubtedly confirmed her guilty conscience.But Rott was still unwilling to give up, and gritted his teeth: "Oh, murder? What about the corpse? Besides, after so many years, what evidence can you find? I think you forgot that the Eclipse experienced a large-scale disaster in the winter three years ago. The line of the system was interrupted, and all the storage disks of the central system were completely burned at that time."

Hiroshi secretly recorded this time in his heart, adjusted the accuracy of the time period when Shen Cang might be killed, and asked back, "Oh? You don't know?"

Rott frowned, and quickly said, "Know what?"

"After I moved to the Center of the Earth Building, I adjusted the main control terminal of the Eclipse number for safety reasons. On the 25th of each month, the Eclipse number will automatically compress and backup the monitoring video of the current month's calendar and store it in the cloud. Let me think about it... that is, it started five years ago." Hiroji said, "There is a huge amount of materials, and it would take a lot of time to search, since you have already mentioned the winter three years ago, it will save me trouble. "

Rott's face was pale, and he took a few steps back dejectedly. Old Mande hurriedly supported her.Although I haven't seen the video yet, seeing her reaction, everyone has already understood.

Gogol stood up in disbelief: "What? Could it be that Shen Cang is really dead? You killed him? Shen Cang was actually killed by these two... these two..."

His tone was full of disgust and contempt, and Hirsi turned his head slightly to look at Lambert, who was struggling to support himself in the corner when he heard the words—he had lost a lot of blood, his face was pale, and he flinched.

If it was his father, let alone a shot in the hand, even if he was shot in the stomach, he wouldn't lose his composure.Hisuji thought to himself, it's just...he had barely had a glimmer of vain hope on the way here, and it was completely shattered at this moment.

His father was probably really dead.

The author says:

Hiji, who finally played at home: Take a bite of the little golden retriever and go out to pretend to be aggressive.